Crackling arcs of electricity danced across my fingers as I raised my hand.
Lightning surged, coiling around my arm like a living entity, its furious glow illuminating the crumbling ruins around us.
My body was tense, prepared for whatever would come next.
The Harbinger of Oblivion simply looked at me.
His dark red eyes, impossibly deep, unreadable, flickered for the briefest of moments before he did something unexpected.
He averted his gaze.
Then, without a word, he turned and walked away.
I frowned, my grip tightening, the storm in my palm intensifying.
This man, this being, had erased the Sixth Orc Lord with nothing but his presence.
The weight of his existence alone had unraveled a force that even I couldn’t fully comprehend.
And yet, he was leaving.
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Just like that.
I took a step forward.
“Wait.”
He didn’t stop.
“Who are you?” I said, my voice cutting through the crumbling echoes of the chamber.
This time, he paused. Only for a second.
Then, in a voice both distant and absolute, he answered.
“You will soon know.”
And then, he vanished.
No grand spectacle, no blinding light, just an absence where something had once stood.
Only Evelyn and I remained.
A sharp tremor ran through the ground.
Then another.
The walls groaned, deep fissures webbing outward like veins of destruction.
The ceiling cracked, chunks of stone plummeting around us.
The chamber was falling apart.
I exhaled sharply, scanning the collapsing ruins.
There was no way out.
No portals, no clear path.
Just a dead end.
And I had no idea how to escape.
Evelyn swayed slightly beside me, her breaths shallow, her small frame trembling.
Sweat clung to her pale skin as she clutched her staff for support.
Her voice was weak, barely audible over the groaning of the collapsing chamber.
“A-Allen… the whole place… it’s going to be destroyed…”
I didn’t answer.
My mind was already racing, scanning every corner of the crumbling chamber for an escape route.
There had to be a way out.
The chamber had no visible doors, no open passages, nothing.
Only ruins and destruction.
My gaze darted to the cracks in the walls, but they were too unstable.
If I tried to force my way through, the whole structure might collapse even faster.
And i don't even know where it leads to.
I don't think there is any way out through there.
A deep, rumbling crack split the air.
I snapped my head upward, just in time to see a massive boulder breaking free from the ceiling, plummeting straight toward us.